freeway

when misery found company

it quieted the stance.

loneliness reminded him,

"this was not our plan."

jealousy beat sympathy

'till he could bearly stand.

loyalty torched dignity,

burned him up and he ran.

there's nothing worse than a radio edit.

girls' fashion's callous, the standard

is angry, blown-out conversations

about nothing at all with boys

who hover at the bar like vultures

indulging in a war.

agony told apathy,

"you ain't even shit.

i used to hang with terror

when fear was still a kid."

vengeance is circling back,

he's gonna torture on demand.

my only hope is memory,

is someone will forget.

there's nothing worse

than the chance you're not taking,

people complaining couldn't live.

without complaints, a public execution

is a solitary death. there's a freeway

to memorize expense, in some ways

you never catch your breath.

but ignore it and we'll see how bad it gets.

eventually we'll meet again

with time more "worn" than "done".

tried to be the better man, the best

i did was run. we may see our blood

shed in a storm of distant death.

attendance at your funeral,

there's not a thing you don't expect,

all by your lonesome, watching

bottles on the wall, broken down

by morning, pouring through the door.

if j.ever gets here, he's gonna

sort you out. there's a freeway

to memorize expense. in some ways

you never catch you breath.

but endurance is the one thing

you respect.